Zen's Journey

10:30 P.M.

He had never felt like this before. At first he thought he was dying, slowly losing grip on his heart and his conscious mind. The more he thought about it, the more he was plunged into it. It was weird, yet insanely calm. He felt like a helium filled balloon, rising, and rising, and rising, up towards the never ending sky. He closed his eyes in an attempt to understand all this. He saw nothing, yet he saw everything. Imagine yourself being lifted off the ground as if you were weightless and in front of you was a huge screen showing you the happiest moments of your life. Hard to imagine I know, but this is how he described it.

We're back to our protagonist and his strange journey; let's call him Zen. Our friend Zen felt more and more confused. He was having an incredibly joyous time, no doubt about that, but he was unsure as to why or how was it all happening. Just as he had this thought, a voice came from all the fog that was around him, more of a question really, "Does the 'why' matter?", and even though he felt uncertain about everything, he couldn't have been more clear  about the point that voice was trying to make. There is a reason to everything, every experience, but these experiences don't wait for you. They don't care if you want the reason or not, they just knock once and move on and when it is too late, when you may or may not have understood the reason, its all gone.

Our friend Zen smiled, and watched his first conscious thought, a birthday cake, the birth of a sibling, the zebra at the zoo, the view from atop the elephant, his first bunk with his friends, the first time he danced, his first girlfriend, his first date, the first time he danced with a girl, his first kiss (he calls it one of his happiest memories), his first break up ("What a relief!", he says), his first driving lesson, his father's hug, his mother's kiss (the happiest of all memories) and just like that, as if a vacuum had sucked out all the fog, it was all over. He fell and looked around. He pulled up his pillow closer and looked at his watch.

10:35 P.M.